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poetry/r/reakirante.txt

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+reakirante
+2016-07-01/05
+
+***
+
+one
+
+I'm a little bit lost without you
+eyes replaced by flowers
+growing and spreading all over my face
+these roses blush harder than I do
+
+If love were a place
+all I'd be able to do is leave
+it's a fleeting feeling
+this beating in my chest
+
+sea foam runs in my veins
+I speak the language of waves
+and my feet drift along the beach shore
+guided by ghosts whispering in the ocean spray
+
+maybe I am a machine
+and I'm malfunctioning from the moisture
+got some "genderfluid" in my heart
+and some "androgyne" in my gears
+
+
+two
+
+I'd rather be hurt by the truth
+than laid softly into a bed of lies
+falsities brushing against my forehead like falsities
+whispering trivialities that later crumple
+
+the dandelions hanging above my bed
+are not taking preservation well
+they just wilt and whimper to be set free
+from swaying softly in the breeze
+flowing through the open window
+
+sprites singing in my sleep
+lead me to believe that I am invincible
+doing stupid things like cooking bacon with a charger
+and accidentally electrocuting a cousin
+
+a chrysalis cut open
+is like a rotting caterpillar
+transformation is rooted in decay
+and rebuilding on ashes
+
+but let's not get too poetic here
+
+
+three
+
+dang it
+I've got glitter in my eyes
+it makes it tremendously hard to see
+more distracting than rose-colored glasses
+
+in a room full of art
+I'd still stare at you
+or I would, if my eyes weren't red and burning
+you think you're soap, clean and beloved
+but you're irritating to my sight
+
+now I've got a migraine
+fish dishwashers are insane
+pulsing behind my eyes
+and making my brain throb
+like there's a bomb in my brain about to explode
+
+if ghosts are real
+they're having a real hoot at us now
+come look at the blind stumbler
+and his blue boy lover
+
+
+four
+
+when I'm right, nobody remembers
+filed away in the cabinet of life
+forgotten in a pile of happy moments
+that should have been sorted and put up for display
+
+when I'm wrong, nobody forgets
+least of all me
+we've all got to remember the cringeworthy girl from seventh grade
+look, she still haunts the halls now
+
+entropy
+it will be the downfall of the universe
+but you'll be the downfall of me
+watching as I tumble down the mountain of fame
+
+so when I go down
+please don't whip out your phone and record me
+I understand that it'll make a quick buck in ad revenue
+but my insanity shouldn't be framed by a bleach commercial
+
+
+five
+
+the house has been feeling so cold recently
+I don't know if it's because of your touch
+your hand rests on the table beside mine
+freezing the already chilled surface
+
+maybe it's the summer storms
+the thunder always rolls in at evening
+maybe a god is angry that we won't stay apart
+maybe he's angry at your existence
+
+sometimes I wonder how you ended up in my household
+sprawled across my doorstep with blood in your eyes
+and a paper crumpled and half stained in your bruised fist
+a clear sign that you had to fight to live
+
+where did you come from, demon?
+who decided that your services were displeasing?
+I have a bone to pick with your boss
+if you can ignite my stone cold heart
+you can warm any limp green bean of a human
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/r/regnant.txt

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+regnant
+2019-02-04
+
+***
+
+just the right size to hold up against your chest
+dim in the darkest part of the night
+watching the shadows of the tree branches sway
+as beyond the veil they twist and turn and play
+
+your fingertips brush my wings absentmindedly
+sitting on the couch, alone but together
+feather after feather after feather
+
+and you and I fight
+tussling, disjointed wings wrapping around everywhere
+a flash of fabric- I'm zipped into a bag
+for a split second before I disappear and reappear elsewhere
+
+I sit alone on a stool
+staring out the dining room window at midnight
+human form, human eyes, human mind
+who is this person who's discarded their light?
+
+there still remains a certain radiance to my skin
+divine spirit rendered flesh, after all
+but there remains an unsettling sense in that
+one friend can take yet so many faces
+how far one deity can fall!
+
+you love me no matter what form I take
+hanging in the air, caught in a tree
+a light in the darkness
+a warmth in the cold
+a heft when all gravity is gone
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/r/ridge.txt

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+The Ridge
+2021-08-23
+
+***
+
+It's been
+too long since I've haunted here,
+too long since the flood,
+too long since I've buried myself,
+cursing the hallowed sun.
+
+Another day,
+another pain,
+another reminder why I should restrain
+this desperate yearning to be at your side.
+I can't control myself, you insist,
+can't care for myself, can't abide
+by a single plea:
+*wait for me
+until the war is done.*
+But how can I stay inert at the sidelines?
+How can I watch, patient, as you struggle for life?
+
+I keep looking at your face.
+I keep looking into your eyes,
+into the depravity
+void of grace,
+the sweaty sleepless nights,
+the frights
+that dance between the stone space of your skull.
+
+Little said, but oft reply
+in hopes this boat crosses Imaginai,
+the fierce rivers, the gaudy veil
+that I would without a pause assail
+if it meant bringing closer by one more day
+Eris' death,
+the shatter of masks,
+our withdrawal for some time
+into this world I've somehow made
+without Seliph's curse,
+without my sacrifice.
+
+How many times have you asked
+what I would do once that day passed?
+How long 'til I set down
+this crown,
+bade job goodbye,
+convince parents and friends
+that, although I disappear,
+I'm off to a place where I'll be alright?
+Don't come looking for me,
+don't waste your "precious" fruitless time.
+Your daughter was a sinner,
+passionate, iniquitous,
+desiring, delirious, divine.
+
+It's been
+too long since I've haunted here,
+since I've had to justify
+my right
+to survive.
+
+**
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/r/rondiro.txt

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+rondiro de lukso
+2016-08-18
+
+***
+
+I wonder what it's like to be at the top of the hill
+look down and see all the people below you
+toiling in denim and t-shirts for your benefit
+while you sit on haunches clothed in silk
+
+you drink bubbly champagne behind stained glass
+while we hope for maybe a drop of water
+I never asked, I never learned
+I never lived
+
+charity should be given willingly
+but where’s your minimum of "worthy enough"?
+maybe you don't deserve your money
+but people will live how they will
+
+I will not sink to climbing up to the hill
+so from it, I will steal what I can
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/r/rugxa.txt

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+rugxa kresto
+2016-08-08
+
+***
+
+wandering across the blank expanses
+it's midnight, illuminated by faint glows
+am I somebody's guardian angel
+or the devil
+standing at the gateway to happiness?
+
+I've seen enough scars to last a lifetime
+scarlet and crimson flowing into a sink
+I would shriek for the sources to stop, to save themselves
+but they've dug a hole and drowned themselves in
+
+where are your parents?
+I'd like to pass them a little letter
+"your daughter is in a dark place right now
+and needs not the falsely validating lure of a faceless crowd
+but the love of those she's grown up around"
+
+blame is a hard thing to pinpoint here
+do I blame the supposed victim for caressing
+the poisonous grip of little red hearts
+or the parents, oversight failing tremendously
+this is your flower, your garden wilting
+where’s water when you need it?
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander